Meng Qingqing tried countless times to break into the upper class.
Although she has accumulated some connections in the circle, she can never reach the top level of the circle. Rong Qiao has given her a stepping stone.
It would be best if Old Madam Rong could treat me differently. Meng Yao has mocked me more than once since she married into the Rong family.
And I... can only hold on to the big tree of Madam Rong...
She was taken back to Beijing by the Meng family from the countryside, and everyone around her said how lucky she was. She always thought that if the Meng family had not lost her, would she have always enjoyed the best treatment? Would she not be ridiculed by some people as a phoenix that flew up the tree
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Meng Yao was really troubled by the task of choosing a gift for Old Mrs. Rong.
Meng Yao still remembers what Ling Xiao said yesterday.
She should just follow the original owner's storyline.
The original owner didn't know who gave her the advice, but she bought a bracelet at a stall in a famous underground shopping mall and was tricked into spending a lot of money.
But she herself didn't know the value of the bracelet. On the birthday party, she happily presented the bracelet to Old Mrs. Rong, but Meng Qingqing pointed out on the spot that it was made of glass and was worthless.
Later, I asked someone to verify it, and it was exactly as Meng Qingqing said.
After the birthday banquet, Meng Qingqing was favored by Old Lady Rong, while Meng Yao was looked down upon by the entire family because of her narrow-mindedness and could not even hold her head up high.
Meng Yao withdrew her thoughts.
In fact, Meng Qingqing is not as kind and harmless as the book always emphasizes, right
But never mind her.
No matter how outrageous the plot develops, as long as readers like to read it, that's fine.
Meng Yao went to the underground city alone wearing a mask and a baseball cap. She didn't ask the driver to come with her. If someone tried to stop her from buying, there would be an argument.
Meng Yao wiped the sweat from her forehead and cursed in her heart. She had walked around here for several times, but why couldn't she find the small stall described in the book!
She wandered around here for a long time, and many people came over to ask her if she was Meng Yao.
Meng Yao is not a name with a good reputation. Even if there is a Meng Yao, she would never admit that she is that person, after all, she is busy.
This was the nth person to ask this question. Meng Yao lowered his hat and replied in a rough voice, "No."
Unexpectedly, the man seemed to have made up his mind and grabbed her arm: "With such a bad attitude, who else could it be but Meng Yao? You must be Meng Yao!"
Meng Yao almost wanted to laugh when she heard the affirmative tone.
The man raised his phone again and tried to take a picture of her.
Meng Yao finally slipped away. Although she was not afraid of these negative news searches, she was busy with important matters and had no time to get entangled with these people.
Meng Yao was sweating and her patience had been completely exhausted by the running just now.
It’s all the fault of this crappy author for not specifying in the plot the exact direction and location of that shabby stall. Just mentioning it in one sentence was the most fatal!
It was getting late, and the people waiting for her outside were probably getting a little anxious.
Meng Yao finally gave up the idea of buying the same thing as the original owner. After all, they were in the same area and the effect would be similar if they were taken out, which would definitely be embarrassing!
Meng Yao walked towards the nearest small stall. Compared with other stalls, this one was much quieter.
The stall owner was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his 30s or 40s, wearing a dusty coat. It was almost late autumn, but the stall owner was still fanning himself with a worn-out straw fan.
Meng Yao was amazed in her heart but didn't show it on her face.
“How do you sell these?”
The stall owner seemed to have not expected that someone would actually patronize his shabby stall, but his eyes were only opened a tiny slit and he kept fanning himself with his hands.
"One price, twelve. All of these, twelve."
Meng Yao carefully looked at the items on the stall: "One hundred and twenty thousand?"
In other words, it is just a string of numbers with a few more or less zeros.
The stall owner's eyes widened: "What do you mean 120,000? It's 12 yuan, 12 yuan! I'm not a black marketeer who rips people off!"
The original owner spent so much money to buy fake glass, so how could the bracelet I bought with so little money be real
Meng Yao thought it was impossible. Of course it was impossible. It was impossible to buy good things at such a cheap price.
Meng Yao nodded: "Boss, don't be upset, I was just joking!"
Meng Yao finally picked out the least conspicuous bracelet among them. It looked quite old, and the gems inlaid on it were as gray as the stall owner's coat.
Perhaps it cannot be called a gem, because Meng Yao knew clearly that it was either plastic or glass.
"What is the origin of this bracelet?"
The stall owner looked at Meng Yao in confusion.
Meng Yao also felt that her question was quite puzzling. This bracelet was no more than something produced on an assembly line, so what could its origin be
Meng Yao paid happily, and the stall owner collected the money happily as well.
After putting the money back into the bag around his waist, the stall owner closed his eyes again.
Meng Yao held the packed bracelet in her pocket and felt that her trip was not in vain after all.
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The day before the birthday party, Rong Ying arranged for Meng Yao to be taken back to the villa.
Rong Yan said he wanted to take her to buy some dresses and stuff.
I don’t know why, but since that inexplicable text message that day, Rong Wei’s attitude towards Meng Yao seemed to have softened.
Meng Yao didn't want to go shopping with Rong Yin at first. She was just about to say that she had a lot of clothes and didn't need to go out to buy them.
Later she remembered that she had cleared out all the complicated and colorful clothes of the original owner, and the most she had in her closet were casual clothes and shirts.
You can't wear that to the birthday party, right
When I looked up again, I saw Rong Yan had packed all his things and buttoned the last button of his cuff.
"I'll wait for you in the car."
Xia Yansen also followed him out happily, not forgetting to turn around and yell at her: "Why are you distracted again, Meng Yao! Don't you see what time it is? Going shopping with a woman is so annoying..."
After he said that, he realized that Meng Yao had been very sharp-tongued recently. How could he have lost control and provoke her again
After getting in the car, Meng Yao sat next to Rong Yan.
Rong Yan was handling things on the tablet without even looking at her.
Xia Yansen was driving steadily in the front and there was no movement.
Meng Yao stared at Rong Yu quietly for a few seconds, and said pitifully: "Husband, why don't you pay attention to me? You called me a good baby just two days ago, but you forgot everything in less than a few days. Could it be that men's hearts are really..."
Rong Wei suddenly raised his head.
If nothing unexpected happens, it should be a test run today. Testing the water is very important. I hope you guys can support me and don’t hoard the articles. I love you~
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